Douglas shook his head.  "The lass is in need of assistance, aye.  I was the one that brought the newspaper tae 'er attention sae, I could nae leave 'er in danger.  Then she was ill.  What is a mon tae dae?   I dinna want this lass tae be on 'er own, Tristan.  This mon could follow 'er 'ere."  He was concerned.  " 'eiress or maid, a lass should nae be in fear of 'er life.  And if she is ill in a mental way, then yu know more on that than I dae."

Then when Pip returned with the pad, he took the image that Tristan had been looking at (Viktre).  It was a well done drawing, but he did not see fear in that drawing.  "She 'as emotion in this drawing, Tristan, but it is nae fear."  He glanced at Pip.  "Yu 'ave talent lass.  Is this yur fisherman?"  He opened it through other pages.  A raised brow as he looked at each, at his own image he chuckled.   Then he got to some of the nightmare images and closed his eyes understanding the urge to get those images out of the brain.  Then to a man that he could almost feel the fear.  "Aye, this one....?"  He held it up so show it to Pip.  "This the one yu said might be the bloke that did ...the crimes tae yur family?"